Chapter 3
The Benefits of Technology
Rajan, Dimitri, and Neyla ran through the maintenance hallway, pausing every few seconds at an intersection. They finally arrived in a large, circular hub.
" We must be beneath the courtyard," guessed Rajan, correctly. They were about to proceed down the path right in front of them when the Cairo police poured into the room.
" Free-" began an officer, just as a huge combat suit walked up behind him. A mechanical whirring noise filled the area. The cop glanced over his shoulder just in time to see two mini-guns beginning to rotate. The scaled down chain-gun attachments of Arpeggio's robotic attack suit were revving up, on his shoulders. The three other gang members ducked just as the first one hundred rounds ripped from the dual spinning barrels. Each barrel consisted of six metal tubes that spun each time a round of shells were fed into the weapon. A cacophony of loud gunshots ripped through the quiet room. Until now an ambient humming noise was all that could be heard from the central air conditioning humming through the area. Arpeggio's combat suit shattered the dull, ambiant humming with ease. Those high velocity rounds ripped from the twin shoulder-mounted mini-guns. The cops were utterly shredded; they didn't even have time to register what was going on. The mini chain-guns finally came to a stop, ending on an electric sounding whine.
" Evening, chaps!" said the tiny parrot from the battle mech's cockpit. Rajan was utterly stunned. He was in awe at how much destruction the little bird was able to cause. All that was left of the whole squad of cops that had once filled the room was bloody chunks.
" You...didn't tell me about your suit," stuttered Rajan.
" I've been working on it for quite some time now. It worked perfectly, wouldn't you say?" said the British bird. Dimitri's gawking mouth finally shut.
" DUDE!" he yelled. " You just totally turned the fuzz into swiss cheese, bro! That was CRA-ZAY!" he ended the sentence, singing the last word in a high C.
" Woah, back up, Dimitri. The Fuzz?" said Neyla, having not heard the term in ages.
" Yanno, the Fuzz! The Five-O. The Boys in True Blue?" he mused. Neyla just shook her head at the weird lexicon.
" We have no time to chat, friends. We've got a bird to snare!" said Arpeggio, still in the mech-suit. He led the way, thunking down the hallway with the rest of the gang on his tail. The met up with Jean Bison at an intersection. He still held the SPAS12.
" Hot DANG, this is a fine shotgun there, Arpeggio. Can I keep her after the heist?" asked the Canadian. Arpeggio acknowledged him with a nod of the head. They finally arrived at a flight of stairs. They quickly ascended the flight.
" Where's the Contessa?" asked Neyla, curiously.
" She couldn't attend, given that she might be spotted. She is still a secret member, you know." Neyla remained silent. At the top of the stairs was a long hallway, ending with a metal security door. Rajan finally put down the duffel bag and unzipped it to reveal a bomb. It was black and torpedo shaped, with a digital readout on the side. Rajan typed in some numbers on a keypad and hit enter. The readout showed 1:00.
" Get back!" shouted Rajan. The gang retreated into the stairwell. A few moments later an amazingly loud boom was heard. Smoke poured from the hall as the gang walked into it. The security door was in shreds. They walked through the ruins into the Clockwerk exhibit.
A/N: Sorry about that thing with the Contessa. I had the idea with Arpeggio's mech suit and wanted to do that instead. Next up: Stealing Clockwerk. Review please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!